I have found that in fiction one is freer to speak the truth, if only because in fiction the truth is not… — Philip Sington Character Copy Share Image
We drank our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterwards. — Philip Sington Coffee Copy Share Image
“Her hair, just long enough now to tie back in a knot, had a coppery sheen, a hint of fire in the… — Philip Sington Beauty Copy Share Image
Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever… — Philip Sington Appetite Copy Share Image
“…it seemed to Kirsch that the most reliable guide to the mental landscape of a patient was the patient himself. He was… — Philip Sington Better place Copy Share Image
One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want. — Philip Sington Arise Copy Share Image
“The wind funnelled down the covered platform, jostling the passengers and tearing at their clothes. A woman's scarf whipped by overhead, somersaulting… — Philip Sington Freedom Copy Share Image
And then they would watch her closely as the dark, coagulated masses took form before her eyes, became flesh and bone, became… — Philip Sington 1930s Copy Share Image
“He reached into the grate, picked out a couple of scraps, smoothed them out, leaning close to the flickering light. He was… — Philip Sington Gratitude Copy Share Image
I was already at an age when putting off anything was a bad idea. — Philip Sington Age Copy Share Image
The future can always wait so long as the here-and-now is rapturous. — Philip Sington Here and now Copy Share Image
All writers are insecure, the male ones especially. It's well known. Why else would they spend so much time on make-believe? They're… — Philip Sington Believe Copy Share Image
The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It… — Philip Sington Abandoned Copy Share Image
One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable… — Philip Sington Absence Copy Share Image
“Problems are there to be solved. How dull life would be without them.” — Philip Sington Dull life Copy Share Image
“Who is the other woman whose photograph I do not have? If my mother was the first in my life, she was… — Philip Sington Eden Copy Share Image
“Old Prague was a story-book city caked in grime: ancient, soot-blackened. History lived in every detail: in the deerstalker rooftops and the… — Philip Sington History Copy Share Image
“That was the dream of Montparnasse: to live for the moments of the greatest intensity, to find in them a truthful inspiration,… — Philip Sington Dreams Copy Share Image
To rehearse imaginary conversations on paper is called literature. To do so out loud is called madness. — Philip Sington Books Copy Share Image
“For the writer under Actually Existing Socialism describing sex is a simple matter: he simply does not do it (the describing, I… — Philip Sington Sex Copy Share Image
